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Irina's point of view: I woke up to a lot of messages from Loana. I opened my W******p and checked the messages. It was the linksof the blogs about me. She wants me to see them so I will. I started clicking on the link one by one and I started reading blogs about me. The blogs were all the same. They even used the same pictures. The same pictures that were taken that night. The comments were almost the same. They wanted to know who I am and what I do for occupation.

“I told you, Lena. The world needed to hear your truth. You gave them permission to speak theirs.” I smiled faintly. “I didn’t mean to start a movement.” He chuckled. “The best ones never do.” Over the next few days, my story began spreading beyond my little corner of the internet. Parenting groups shared it. Women’s magazines quoted me. Even a few talk shows mentioned the blog. One morning, as I scrolled through my notifications, I saw that a well-known influencer had shared one of my posts with the caption: “This woman gets it. Raw, real, and painfully honest.”

Isla is proud of her friend's growth, and she's happy to have been a part of her journey. Isla's friend decides to start a blog about her journey and the lessons she's learned. She writes about the importance of self-care, gratitude, and finding joy in the everyday moments. She shares her experiences and insights with the world, in the hope that she can help others who are going through difficult times.

"Please call me Nate." "Alright Sir...I mean Nate," I chuckle nervously, taking my seat beside him. "There are a few things I'd like for you to keep in mind. This blog bears no ill intent. The news on it are not different from the ones put out by credible news outlets and the media. The only difference is that I add my own twang. My own style to make it witty and engaging." "Don't worry about it," he guffaws, taking the laptop from me. "I don't judge. And I'm sure it's a brilliant blog."

Oh, here’s my blog? Blogs proliferated like cockroaches and gaining traction on any topic took money, time, and dedication, the three things I couldn’t invest right now. Not really. My parents paid for my education and gave me an allowance so I could focus on my studies, but it wasn’t a fortune. A pigeon swirled down a few feet from my feet and looked up at me expectantly. I laughed softly at the bird and shrugged my shoulders helplessly.

Lola asked with a frown. “The blogs are usually the ones that come up with a headline and a story,” Gabriele explained, “but it’s the readers that make that story blow up. If no one is talking about it days after it’s posted, no one continues blogging about it. But if the readers engage aggressively and continue rambling about it in the days that follow, of course the bastards would want to milk more from the story.” Lola nodded. “Okay, okay. Forgive me for being slow, but I still don’t see what this has got to do with mí.”

I need to smooth over the situation now. “Oh, yes, I am. I just want to do something spontaneous!” I reply, chuckling and pointing at my clothes bag. Try to play the kooky hipster, I’ve seen that work in movies. Maybe it’ll work in real life too. “For my blog. I have a travel blog, and I’m working on spontaneous trips! So, I can write about them! In my blog!” Wow, I want to pummel myself by the end of that. Yeah, Callista, that's not sketchy at all. Am I trying to get in trouble? I am more intelligent than this!